*Cat*
Contrary to what Elio believed, my bad mood followed us all the way. From the early morning rush, we packed everything back up, which wasn’t difficult seeing as we hadn’t even had time to unpack, and then the drive to the plane, in which I sat stewing in silence.
Elio didn’t even try to talk to me, staying in business mode as he did work on the plane, focused so intently that he forgot he even had a pregnant fiance sitting next to him. Meanwhile, I was so fed up that I wanted nothing more than a drink.
And because I was knocked up and couldn’t have one, my bad mood was now Elio’s problem. I didn’t feel bad for him in the slightest either because not only had he lied to me multiple times in the span of a few minutes, but he’d been keeping something this huge from me for months, potentially.
I felt I deserved to be pissed at him.
“Elio,” I declared boldly in the plane, giving him an angry look. “I’m hungry.”
